Her eyes
speak of
remember……….fallen rose pedals
tumble hard to the floor
like kisses and promises.
A night song
waits within her…she colors lips
that once pouted
for flowers and diamonds.
She wearily
walks on…………pushing her feet
into the spirit
of her youth.
The words
transform her
into beauty………seizing the air
and eyes
listening to her.
She claims
the faces
watching her……casting a spell
with lips onto
waiting waters.
Roger Singer 